Secrets in the shadows

CHAPTER- TEN:

I was rendered numb and unable to absorb what I had experienced as a result of the turmoil and confusion that filled the day. The evening of the Homecoming Dance was a nightmare that left me gasping for air but also filled me with a rush of adrenaline and excitement. Hunter was a monster dressed up in a hero's cloak, and he was both dreadful and magnificent at the same time. I was unable to bring a criminal case against him because the good and the terrible were so linked that it would be difficult to separate them from one another. However, he was not the only one to blame; Dick had also contributed to the drinking that had occurred.

Nevertheless, it was Felix who caused chills to run down my spine. I would find him standing outside my office every morning, looking at me with such a ferocity that it would make my skin crawl. There was no way for me to know what he desired or what he was capable of doing. A perceptible tension was there in the atmosphere as a result of the fact that Hunter had been suspended from school and the football squad for a period of three months. The moment that Hunter's sister saw him with two black eyes and purple skin, we were all aware that a horrific event had taken place.

Things were only going to become worse from here on out; it was just a matter of time. I am worried that Ms. Halpern will not notice that I am writing this while I am in the middle of my trig class because I am not sure how much longer I will be able to maintain this appearance of normality. In this situation, we are all in the same boat, and we are all drowning in a sea of lies and secrets. The problem needed to be explained to Jean-Claude, and I could sense that Felix was not exactly delighted about it. We had to find a way to convey it to him.

Although it was nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, I still had the impression that time had stopped as I began reading my screenplay for the seventh of October. It was as if my words were a dagger that was slicing away at his very being. He was trying to take something away from me that I had no intention of giving, and his frantic kiss was proof of his efforts to do so. The look on my girlfriend's face was one of complete and utter desperation as she observed me in the approaching trigonometry examinations, hoping that I would not disappoint her.

While we avoided making physical contact with one another, we ate lunch together in a corner of the room. However, our eyes spoke a great deal. In spite of the fact that he seemed to be engaged in a never-ending conflict with himself, he continued to have an intense desire to communicate with me nevertheless. That evening, when I happened upon his room and saw the ribbon that I had worn to the graveyard, it became abundantly evident that he had been following me ever since we had been dating. Despite the fact that he craved for me with such fervor, I was aware at that moment that he was exerting a great deal of effort to keep his feelings in control.

As Felix makes an effort to conceal the information from Celeste, he begins to experience a growing sense of dread in his chest. The moment she walks into the photography studio each day, she is filled with a resolute purpose to ensure that she is not forgotten. As soon as no one is able to locate him, her brilliant eyes narrow, and her olive complexion, which was before healthy, suddenly becomes a horrible shade of green. Despite the fact that Felix is aware of her clear lack of appetite, he refrains from making any critical comments about her since he is courteous. She refuses to relax for lunch and eats very little.

Over time, however, Celeste will begin to seek comfort in rocks rather than food, and it will become very evident to everyone that Felix is intentionally skipping lunch. Morgan makes an attempt to conceal the evidence by slamming her notebook down on top of the diary just as Mr. Turner comes by. As she sees Felix slowly sink further into his seat, like a boulder that has been dropped into a deep lake, she lets out a shaky chuckle that she feels bad about. In what way is the football game now progressing? There is a strong possibility that the gamer is not even eating lunch at all. The way that Kyle stared at me gave the impression that he believed I was a crazy person, while Celeste's gaze appeared to burn right through me, providing the impression that she was aware that I was not insane.